My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 740 Everyone Has Weaknesses
The person who got out of the car was none other than Leung Yee-wai, who later became known for his deep affection in Hong Kong films, and then his wife... well, his later wife got out of the passenger seat.

Wei Dong was mainly dumbfounded as Liang Yiwei led a beautiful young woman out of the back seat.

They looked familiar, but I couldn't recall their name.

A couple must be very affectionate to be in a relationship.

Is it mainly because you guys are having so much fun?
Married, yet able to remain completely untainted, made Wei Dong realize how chaotic the entertainment industry truly was.

The passenger in the passenger seat asked politely, and when he realized Wei Dong didn't understand Cantonese, he immediately switched to Mandarin: "We are Xingzai's friends, are we here to see him?"

Wei Dong quickly pointed inside, and only then did the young couple walk around the taxi and see Cheng Lang, who was about to get out. They were so surprised that they quickly bowed and greeted him.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Lang stood up, supporting himself on the car door: "You guys, if you have the chance to work with Mr. Rang in the future, you're guaranteed to become very famous."

As he spoke, he pointed to the young man next to him, which naturally left the three of them speechless with astonishment.

Wei Dong, who wanted to roll his eyes, quickly made way: "Don't listen to the old man's nonsense. Xingzai is inside. Go on, go on."

He reached out and helped the old man toward the sea, his movements as if he were about to push the top-notch feng shui master off the concrete pier.

He lowered his voice and said disdainfully in Sichuan dialect, "Do you think I'm really here to work on movies? I've known Chow Yun-fat for almost two years. Have I ever thought about making movies?"

Cheng Lang also replied to Sichuan Conservatory of Music: "It's useful, it's still useful."

After letting Wei Dong watch the three of them go inside, he let go and teased them on the dock: "You're always focused on skyscrapers and auspicious locations, when did you start paying attention to celebrities?"

Cheng Lang leaned on his cane, his thin Tang-style robes looking as if they could be blown away by the sea breeze.

It was the same old woman's earnest advice: "Now that you have a film company, just have a few more stars make a few more movies and the money will roll in. With that capital, you can get into real estate, go public and grow bigger, then you'll have the money to go back to the mainland and help the people."

Isn't it said that fortune tellers should be vague and mysterious, going around in circles? Why are you explaining it so clearly?

And did Wei Dong discover that he didn't know that computers would be the future money-maker?

Unable to suppress a laugh: "You...aren't you very familiar with the technology field?"

The fortune teller was getting old, or perhaps he no longer needed to use a computer in his later years. Unlike the old security guard, who was sixty years old, still had to stay in a cramped underground monitoring room and a small parking lot booth, dealing with outdated computer-based payment systems.

He slowly shook his head: "You're planning to make money from the tech industry? That's impossible in Hong Kong."

Rang Weidong never expected to make money in Hong Kong, nor did he intend to invest in any real estate: "All my roots are in the mainland. Bringing together these celebrities is also to attract attention, just like I need some celebrities to advertise in China."

Unexpectedly, the old man had a very clear mind: "But if you want to fight Xin'an, this number of people is not enough. What will you do if they hold back the director, screenwriter, cinematographer, lighting technician, and all other personnel?"

Wei Dong was startled; "You fucking heard everything?"

He even glanced left and right, as if he were on a rooftop.

However, being a complete novice, he had no reservations and lowered his voice: "Don't talk nonsense. If this is really the case, I will film it in mainland China, which will be a good opportunity to train mainland filmmakers."

Cheng Lang didn't try to hide anything: "Among the three major triads in Hong Kong, Hop Shing is indeed the only one that is not heavily influenced by the right bank. If you want to help Hop Shing withstand the attack from both sides, then you have to be prepared for the worst. They have no bottom line."

This left Wei Dong speechless.

This is a matter of principle, and there is absolutely no room for negotiation.

Moreover, if I had affected the situation that I should have been able to control over the past ten years, then my life would have been a complete failure, a total GAME OVER.

Cheng Lang seemed to be presenting a strategic plan: "17K has gained more and more foothold with the prosperity of casinos in Ma Kan. Many people from Hong Kong have gone there, but at its peak, it had more than 30 clubs. Even a lean camel is bigger than a horse. It is still the largest gang in Hong Kong. At this time, I think it is better to fight against the new gang."

Both of them spoke Sichuan dialect, and when they spoke quickly, it was actually not easy for people from other provinces to understand them.

Wei Dong slowly replied, "Would they really resort to murder... I mean assassination or other such shameless methods?"

Cheng Lang said decisively, "This is the style of the Kuomintang. They have loved to use this trick for decades. In comparison, the 17K, because of its large number of members, has diluted its relationship with the Right Bank. It only symbolically obeys the arrangements. But in recent years, Xin'an has become very close to the Right Bank because of the film industry. You must pay attention to your safety."

Having already taken several lives, Wei Dong wasn't too alarmed. If it weren't for Pengzhen Bay, Lao Geng's construction regiment in western Jiangxi would also have a fully armed guard company!
Not to mention the infrastructure corps in Jiangzhou, which is protected from US air raids by heavy firepower with anti-aircraft guns!
So he didn't really feel panicked, and instead asked, "In this situation, aren't you afraid to walk with me in such a high-profile manner?"

Unexpectedly, Cheng Lang said, "Everyone says I can predict the future, but they don't know that revealing heavenly secrets will shorten one's lifespan. Everything I've told you isn't a heavenly secret, is it? That's why I'll live longer."

This reminded Wei Dong of that phrase, "You know, I know," and he laughed: "17K..."

Before he could finish speaking, another luxury car slid over.

The dock originally had a lot of open space for storing goods, and now it has been cleared out to become a parking lot.

Therefore, it's now common for fans from all over to drive over in groups.

But this Rolls-Royce could never belong to a streetball enthusiast.

They even parked quite arrogantly near the coast, past the basketball court. The stones that were originally squatting in the corner "playing with pebbles" had quietly adjusted their angle, and Mao'er even blocked off another corner along the cement steps.

So the middle-aged gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses who got out of the car was only a little over a meter away from the stone at the closest point.

Several bodyguards got out of the SUV following behind the Rolls-Royce, but none of them noticed the "kid".

Cheng Lang had seen it before, and waved his hand gently: "It's alright... Oh, you should know, Yangxiu City, Royal Jewelry, Royal Watches, Albert, Pete."

When he finally introduced himself, his tone was completely devoid of any warmth or affability. The change in his tone from the Sichuan accent was like that of two old farmers chatting in the fields.

Oh, that reminds Wei Dong, it is indeed a very famous film company that has promoted many stars. I did see that while watching videos.

This face did look somewhat familiar. Following Cheng Lang's introduction, he shook hands and spoke in Cantonese, requiring a feng shui master to translate: "He proposed to acquire your film company, and the price is negotiable."

Wei Dong was still a little confused: "Doesn't he own Royal Court Entertainment himself?"

Cheng Lang then gave him a chuckle: "Look, you still don't know many details about Hong Kong, do you? If he hadn't bought your brother-in-law's film company, how could there have been any entertainment company restructuring?"

Wei Dongcai was surprised: "Huh? So the predecessor of Royal Court Entertainment was Lawson's film company? Is it really that serious? His film company is so valuable, couldn't he have applied for it himself?"

Cheng Lang nodded: "That's right. Now you know that good company shells in Hong Kong are as precious as stock market shells. Lawson's company has been around for over ten years and has all the necessary licenses. More importantly, after meeting you, it acquired the copyrights to music videos and karaoke videos of more than thirty well-known Hong Kong artists. You tell me how sought-after it is. You'll make a fortune if you get it. Only you didn't care about this little bit of money."

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Wei Dong firmly refused, saying, "Thank you, but the film company isn't selling."

Yang Xiucheng was already a little displeased when he saw the two of them whispering for so long, only to give such a simple rejection in the end.

But Cheng Lang patiently spoke up and started communicating with him directly in Cantonese.

Wei Dong, sensing from the tone that it was none of his business, nodded and left.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Lang also said goodbye and left: "I only have one thing to say, Mr. Rang."

Wei Dong burst out laughing: "If you're trying to save your life, you don't need to use me as a shield. You used to point out things to him..."

Unexpectedly, the bodyguard behind them actually reached out and blocked the two charlatans.

Even though his actions were very polite, the meaning was clear: his boss was unhappy.

Wei Dong turned around in surprise. "You're just a businessman, how dare you be so arrogant?"
Cheng Lang frowned, turned around and said something, and Yang Xiucheng waved his hand to let the bodyguards pass.

Wei Dong was genuinely surprised: "What makes him so special? Is he some kind of gang leader or high-ranking member?"

Cheng Lang was also surprised: "Isn't this how rich people are?"

Wei Dong was even more astonished: "Is that possible?!"

It was like opening up a whole new world.

Cheng Lang finally said, "Do you think the whole world is like the mainland?"

Wei Dong laughed so hard he almost staggered: "Yes, yes, yes, my mind is too rigid. I'm used to being arrogant when I have power, but there are limits. It seems that being rich in capitalism is really great. If I could have a bunch of people around me and swagger around, would I have beaten him up just now?"

Cheng Lang confirmed that this guy was indeed a naive and innocent socialist: "Of course, if you insist on fighting, it's nothing more than settling things with money and hiring a lawyer to exploit loopholes. He wouldn't have actually attacked us just now, but money can be used to humiliate you and make you uncomfortable. Gang members don't follow the rules, so I still recommend you fight K-New."

The strategist's attitude of diligently seeking advice for his lord is very clear.

Wei Dong laughed and put his arm around the skinny old man's shoulder: "You're so capable, why didn't you become rich on your own after coming to Hong Kong?"

Cheng Lang gave a wry smile: "I don't know how. I'm weak and helpless. Besides feng shui and fortune telling, I don't know how to do any business. Look at all the money I've received over the years, I can only afford to buy a house. You want it? I'll give it to you."

How could Wei Dong possibly bully an old man? He just felt that the other party was too pragmatic: "There are some things that can't be said?"

Cheng Lang nodded: "You can do it yourself but you can't tell others, because you know what you're doing and what you shouldn't do. If you reveal the secrets to others, who knows what they'll do?"

Wei Dong laughed with lingering fear: "Luckily, I never say these things. I only do. Okay, I'm going back to Jiangzhou in a couple of days. You can go home to visit your family while you're there. You should leave your assets to your relatives and descendants. I can also help ensure your safety."

Unexpectedly, Cheng Lang shook his head: "This is also the consequence of revealing heavenly secrets. I have no descendants."

Wei Dong gasped in surprise, thankfully his father already had a son.

From a distance, Boss Yang watched as the young master looked bewildered.

Everyone who meets a top-tier feng shui master treats them with utmost respect, fearing to offend them, or they offer them money to pave the way.

Why is this mainland guy so nonchalant yet so affectionate?
Could he really be a descendant of a master?

(End of this chapter)